An Irish man walks into a bar in liverpool (very sore) on the counter he see's a jar marked task jar.
He orders his pint (well travelled Guinness) and when the barman serves him he asks whats that jar all about.
The barman explains that it costs a pound and whoever can complete three tasks gets to keep the jars contents.
Bejessus there must be four hundred pounds there says the Irishman.
Yes and there's ten more in the back comes the reply.
the Irishman takes his pint and sits down.
Now he's not a mosdest fellow so the next time he's up for a pint he asks to have a go. He puts his pound.
The barman points to a nearby corner where the biggest scouser bouncer in liverpool is sitting ( I know you've all been thrown out by him) Knock him out cold says the barman. f##k off says the Irishman and goe's and sits down defeated.
A few pints later and he recons he can take the bouncer no problem,over he goes. Cantona kick to the head, Norman hunter boot in the balls and the bouncer is out cold.
f##king easy he shouts to the barman now whats the next one.
There's a ninety year old vigin in the attic go up and break her in. No way that's sick says irishman what was the third one by the way. Theres a rabid Dobermann in the cellar with an absess in his tooth pull it out.
Keep it says the Irishman dejectedly.
An hour later with his money running out and the irishman being a drinker is starting to look for more booze,the irishman decides to have a go. I'll sort this f##king dog out first he cry's. thirty minutes go by, the people in the bar hear the squeals and barks of the dog, the cellar is being wrecked.
up comes the irishman covered in blood shirt and clothes ripped to pieces, Right he says
where to f##k is the ole doll with the absess in her tooth